Microfiction
Sleepwalking. Content Warning.
"You can't go to bed yet," my coworker Christina leans into me, splashing her third martini across my skirt. "Our first session tomorrow isn't until ten. C'mon, one more drink." Her words slur softly together like the snow and sleet falling on this January Chicago night. "Don't call him, babe. It's over."
By Kristen Knutson10 months ago in Fiction
Life Born from Death, Etc.
War always led to dire places. Surrounded by destruction, a lone musician, the sole survivor of a once-joyful quintet, played a minor key. From there it developed into a song of longing; for what once was, and for what could’ve been. It could’ve been better. It should’ve been. But humanity could be a real piece of shit sometimes.
By Oneg In The Arctic10 months ago in Fiction
The Cursed Church
Chapter One: The Discovery of the Cursed Church Camellia stood at the edge of the dark forest, her eyes fixed on the old church known as "The Cursed Church" in the remote village. She had heard many legends and scary stories about this abandoned and mysterious place, but her curiosity wouldn't let her stay away.
By mohamed elsayed10 months ago in Fiction
